Deep in the night, all was silent.
At the foot of the God-Sealing Mountain, lights in the camps of various factions gradually dimmed. Only at the peak, on the God-Sealing Platform, was there golden light as bright as day, with magical arrays operating continuously.
Xu Guang sat alone in his tent, cross-legged and regulating his breathing.
General Wei lay at the doorway, his nine emerald dragon heads retracted into his back, already in a deep sleep. After days of observing battles, he too was exhausted.
Suddenly, Xu Guang opened his eyes.
In his mind's sea of consciousness, the Coral of Demonic Thought slightly trembled. Its dark purple branches swayed without wind, exuding a sense of restlessness.
"Someone?"
He frowned slightly, got up, and walked to the entrance of the tent.
He lifted the curtain and looked out; the moonlight was like water, the camp was silent. The patrolling cultivators came and went as usual, with no abnormalities.
